Diana Palmer Texan Lovers: Calhoun / Justin / Tyler / Sutton's Way / Ethan / Connal
DIANA PALMER’S TEXAN LOVERS 1-6The first six books of bestselling romance author Diana Palmer’s fantastic Long, Tall Texan’s series.CALHOUNAbby Clark may have been just a girl when she came to live with Calhoun Ballenger and his brother, but she had long since grown up and it was time Calhoun realised it. So she devised a plan to capture his attention.JUSTINSweet dreams had been all that lovely Shelby Jacobs had ever given Justin Ballenger. He'd loved her, wanted to marry her…and his sweet dreams had blown away. He vowed never again to be vulnerable to his beautiful Texas rose.TYLERWith only a quick glance at Nell Regan, a man might miss the beauty in the shy face, or the sexy figure hidden beneath the shapeless clothes. Then Tyler Jacobs arrived…a man who knew what it was like to be alone and yearned to kiss away the pain he saw in Nell's eyes. SUTTON’S WAYWyoming rancher and single father Quinn Sutton is raising a child he knows isn't his own. All the love left in his guarded heart goes to the boy. But when a beautiful city woman is stranded nearby in a blizzard, he rescues her and brings her to Ricochet Ranch.ETHANArabella Craig had been eighteen when Ethan Hardeman had opened her eyes to passion…and then married another woman. Four years later, tragedy brought Ethan back into her life. But Arabella was determined not to let this Texan escape her again…CONNALPenelope Mathews had spent her entire adolescence worshipping C. C. Tremayne. Until one night, trying to protect the mysterious loner from landing in jail after he had drunk too much, Pepi sought refuge in a wedding chapel—and wound up emerging as Mrs Connal Cade Tremayne!Look out for more of Diana Palmer’s fabulous Texans coming soon in e book.
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Diana Palmer Texan Lovers
Calhoun
Justin
Tyler
Suttonâs Way
Ethan
Connal
Diana Palmer
Table of Contents
Calhoun
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Justin
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Tyler
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Suttonâs Way
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Ethan
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Connal
Letter to Reader
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
It delights me to see my original three LONG, TALL TEXANS in print again. When I began the series, I had no idea that it would become so popular. Since these heroes and heroines are among my own favorites, it is a special pleasure to see them all together in one book.
In answer to many requests, yes, there will be future books in this series! Thank you all for your response to the LONG, TALL TEXANS, and for your kindness to me over the years.
Your friend,
To Mary Wheeler at Micro Proâthanks a million!
Abby couldnât help looking over her shoulder from time to time as she stood in line at the theater ticket counter. Sheâd escaped by telling Justin that she was going to see an art exhibit. Calhoun, thank God, was off somewhere buying more cattle, although he was certain to be home later this evening. When he found out where his ward had been, heâd be furious. She almost grinned at her own craftiness.
Well, it took craftiness to deal with Calhoun Ballenger. He and Justin, his older brother, had taken Abby in when sheâd been just fifteen. They would have been her stepbrothers, except that an untimely car accident had killed their father and Abbyâs mother just two days before the couple were to have gotten married. There hadnât been any other family, so Calhoun had proposed that he and Justin assume responsibility for the heartbroken teenager, Abigail Clark. And they did. It was legal, of course; technically Abby was Calhounâs ward. The problem was that she couldnât make Calhoun realize that she was a woman.
Abby sighed. That was a problem, all right. And to make it even worse, heâd gone crazy on the subject of protecting her from the world. For the past four months it had been a major ordeal just to go out on a date. The way he stood watch over her was getting almost comical. Justin rarely smiled, but Calhounâs antics brought him close to it.
Calhounâs attitude didnât amuse Abby, though. She was desperately in love with Calhoun, but the big blond man still looked upon her as a child. And despite her frequent attempts to show Calhoun that she was a woman, she couldnât seem to get through his armor.
She shifted restlessly. She had no idea of how to attract a man like Calhoun in the first place. He wasnât as much of a rounder now as he had been in his youth, but she knew that he was frequently seen in nightclubs in San Antonio with one sophisticated beauty or another. And here was Abby, dying of love for him. She wasnât sophisticated or beautiful. She was a rather plain country girl, not the sort to immediately draw menâs eyes, even though her figure was better than average.
After brooding over the problem, she had come up with a solution. If she could manage to get sophisticated, he might notice her. Going to a strip show wasnât exactly the best first step, but in Jacobsville it was a good start. Just being seen here would show Calhoun that she wasnât the little prude he thought she was. When he found out about itâand eventually he would hear sheâd attended the show.
Abby smoothed the waistline of her pretty gray plaid skirt. She was wearing a pale yellow blouse with it, and her long, wavy brown hair was in a neat chignon. Her hair, when it was loose, was one of her best assets. It was thick and silky. And her eyes werenât bad. They were big, quiet grayish-blue eyes, and she was blessed with a peaches-and-cream complexion and a perfect bow of a mouth. But without careful makeup she was hopelessly plain. Her breasts were bigger than she wanted them to be, her legs longer than she would have liked. She had friends who were small and dainty, and they made her feel like a beanpole. She glanced down at herself miserably. If only she were petite and exquisitely beautiful.
